No Brakes

Pigeon Pit

  • Bm7
  • D
  • Em7
  • G
Tono:
D Em7 G D [Verse 1]
D Em7 April blooming, white jasmine spills over on
Bm7 To the worn out floral pattern couch
G D Em7 Where I have been waiting. Hey, kid, I think our vessel is sinking under the weight
Bm7 Of our dark as black coffee spiked
G D With cheap whiskey thinking. I stand up at the front of your bed
Em7 Bm7 G Pull down the sleeves on my beat up black and white wool sweater.
D Em7 I'm squeezing the little red marks on my wrist where
G D I made some mistakes [Break] D Em7 Bm7 G (x3)
D Em7 G D
[Verse 2]
D Em7 Minds blank and limbs bruised
Bm7 G Stomachs full of black coffee and plantains
D Em7 In the thick smoky fog of your bedsheets
Bm7 G We have dug our graves
D Em7 Seattle is just around the corner
Bm7 I feel excited and nervous
G And a little bit cornered
D Em7 We shave each others' heads to escape the heat
G D And take to the streets [Break] D Em7 Bm7 G (x3)
D Em7 G D [Verse 3]
D Em7 Bm7 And we rise in the late morning on New Year‘s Day to our feast of leftovers and
G D Falling back to sleep in the sun in your front yard.
Em7 I think about how long it's been since
Bm7 G I've felt so full and safe and warm.
D Em7 And I ride downtown on my bike all the same
Bm7 G With my headphone in —eyehategod— And no brakes.
D Em7 Days like these got me smiling so hard it hurts my face;
G D I'm going to wake up tomorrow, whatever it takes [Break] D Em7 Bm7 G (x3)
D Em7 G D
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